So let it go, that
mythic Ireland!Treasure the past, but let it, let it go!Perhaps it was at one time wholly our land --All of it -- but that was long ago.The time when states were nations is now ending.Races know no borders; people moveIn search of life, their clothes and colors
blendingCultures that must now their presence prove.Know, then, that not politics, but art,'Mid neighbors various in faith and race,Sustains a people's history and heart,Dependent more on ritual than place.As on St. Patrick's Day we march in green,Yet we must let go the blood-drenched
dream.